Endless Summers.

A Memory of East Farleigh.

i remember in the mid 60s my friends and i jumping off the farleigh bridge, how on earth we didn't break our necks i will never know, we stayed almost every summer week-end in the hopping huts, and had to come back to london late sunday nights, the summers were almost endless in those days, the rolling stones and the beatles, yeah, i look back with ever so fond memories.
bob mullen.
ps, those were the times when we swung the world by the tail ... lol